Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Life, artist - The Russian Futurists. Album song Me, Myself and Rye, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 04.08.2006
Record label: Memphis Industries
Song language: English
Still Life |
When I wake up, why wake up’s what I’m wondering but I still try |
'Cause we both know it’s just some paint on some canvas but it’s still life |
Are you getting the sense that your days are numbered, but still hoping they |
end fast? |
Is it consolation to know that it will end; |
you just have to be patient |
I don’t mean to be bleak but that’s the sense that I get when we speak |
I don’t like to showboat because everything that I’ve done, you co-wrote |
I scored a film on a notepad; |
you’re in the credits so you should know that |
In subtitles I wrote that «Oh I Love You, How I love You» |
When I die, put a ring on your finger, you were always mine |
And we both know we’re just painted on canvas but it’s still life |
And at the end of the gold rush your heart was so crushed that now it can’t |
hold much |
It’s not funny, don’t dare laugh, it’s running uphill with your leg in a bear |
trap |
I don’t mean to be bleak but that’s the sense that I get when we speak |
I don’t like to showboat because everything that I’ve done, you co-wrote |
I wrote a book on a notepad, you’re in each chapter so you should know that |
In block letters I wrote that «Oh I Love You, How I Love You» |
When I wake up, why wake up’s what I’m wondering but I still try |
'Cause we both know it’s just some paint on some canvas but it’s still life |
It turns out this is hopeless and far too thick for you and I to cope with |
We’re just Jeckyl and Hyde-ing, on snakes and ladders we’re slipping and sliding |
I don’t mean to be bleak but that’s the sense that I get when we speak |
I don’t like to showboat because everything that I’ve done, you co-wrote |
I paint pictures on notepads, you’re in each one so I hope you know that |
And in the corner I wrote that «Oh I Love You, How I Love You» |
When I die, put a ring on your finger, you were always mine |
And we both know we’re just painted on canvas but it’s still life |